Cut my hands off

I thrust my sun-aged palms towards the empty sky
bending my knees to please, bowing my head to acknowledge your existence
Bastard child- thought I would not realize in time
The true character, black night may be raked upon my face
But, I have seen many faces in blindness, much brighter than yours
So, humor me and do not attempt to illicit
False pride within me.
For your disease was made as mine though I obliged.
My second chakra must be opened and healed
before I love again, this you have shown me
through burning eyes and inner thighs, bloodied.